Flickr T Poem by Joshua Gallatin

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Fog builds in the dark room
The music starts to build
The crowd waits in a huddle
Water drops fall from the upper pipes
Strobes of light flash slowly over their heads
Flickers of green red and blue
Pass through the crowd
One man dances by himself
Letting the music control his hands
Moving the switches to make the room dance
with light

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Thomas Gallegos 14 April 2009

mr.gallatin lets do this

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